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The iron snake in a summer’s sun

"Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'T is then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And guile is where it goes."

(E. Dickinson, no title)
Maasmechelen (B)

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